Trampled

Are you on the road
to stop?
I mean, how long
will you travel?
Do you wonder
how much
you should endure?
You look tired,
friend,
like someone
worn out from
washing clean clothes.
Are you needed
elsewhere,
the you you’ve
trampled under
your own feet?
Shatter them!
They’re only clay.
Roll yourself
in a cart
to that river
alongside
and meet there
your invisible
angel
and feet of
wings.

–Allan Cox